sometimes i wonder

i like this album.

how different i am. i don't want to be normal. "is this the way to normal? show me the way to normal."

i feel like i keep repeating the same story in my life and i don't know how to go about it otherwise. just stop, i suppose. can i get a new plot please.

feeling a little down tonight. down as in grounded, toes digging into the warm earth, not in any sort of inspirational or, conversely, uninspirational way. i'm not dancing among stars is what i'm trying to say. i'm alone, the imaginary conversation died. or has been temporarily suspended. we hope.

about those imaginary conversations. ben folds' last album, way to normal, has a song on it -- cologne -- that has slowly grown on me...

here in cologne, i know i said it wrong

i walked you to the train and back across alone

to my hotel room and ordered me some food

and now i'm wondering why the floor has suddenly become a moving target

four three two one

i'm letting you go

i will let go if you will let go

four three two

says here an astronaut put on a pair of diapers

and drove eighteen hours to kill her boyfriend

in my hotel room, i'm wondering if you read that story too

and if we both might be having the same imaginary conversation

four three two one

i'm letting you go

i will let go if you will let go

four three two

weightless as i close my eyes

the ceiling opens in disguise

such a painful trip to find out this is it

and when i go to sleep, you'll be waking up

four three two one

i'm letting you go

i will let go if you will let go

four three two

those lyrics are on the short list of things i find terribly romantic.

speaking of ben folds, this is this first year in four that I haven't seen him live. i had a funny exchange with stephanie a few days ago. she went to the muse concert and loved it. i told her that i was jealous as i hadn't been to a concert in too long. she reminded me that i heard cake three months ago. oh, yeah. that concert, by the way, was amazing. i think i failed to report on it... they played the song i most hoped they would:

 

i wasn't the only one dancing to it (dancing = jumping up and down).

it was pretty amazing (read: ironic) to have the whole audience singing along to:

i say i want you and you don't believe me
you say you want me but i've got my doubts:

 

golly, maybe that list of things i find terribly romantic isn't so short after all.